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Jack never really has a good day. When you've been flung ages into the future, into a world of corruption and greed, a 'good' day usually means you were only attacked by thieves or bounty hunters two or three times.
Today is most certainly not a good day for Jack.
The samurai pushes open the door and walks in, sandals clicking on the ground. He holds his sword in one hand, and the blade is covered in some sort of dark liquid. At first glance, it looks like blood. At second, oil. The trained eye will notice that it's both.
He makes his way over to a booth, dripping blood and oil along the way (the cleaning crew will hate him) until finally he sits himself down. All in all, he doesn't look too beat up. His clothing is a little torn, his hair down, his breathing a bit on the heavy side. Most of the damage was done to his attackers. But that sad look in his eyes, the one he has after every battle that leads nowhere, still lurks.
He orders something to drink, and to eat, places the messy sword on the table, and lets out a long sigh.
It's been a long day for Samurai Jack.
Today is most certainly not a good day for Jack.
The samurai pushes open the door and walks in, sandals clicking on the ground. He holds his sword in one hand, and the blade is covered in some sort of dark liquid. At first glance, it looks like blood. At second, oil. The trained eye will notice that it's both.
He makes his way over to a booth, dripping blood and oil along the way (the cleaning crew will hate him) until finally he sits himself down. All in all, he doesn't look too beat up. His clothing is a little torn, his hair down, his breathing a bit on the heavy side. Most of the damage was done to his attackers. But that sad look in his eyes, the one he has after every battle that leads nowhere, still lurks.
He orders something to drink, and to eat, places the messy sword on the table, and lets out a long sigh.
It's been a long day for Samurai Jack.